He stands perched like a lion,

A dusty homage to the power of a simple mind. 

“He’s a dog,” I respond when people ask what breed. A dog and a bark and a big heart and a tiny brain. 

Doors are his one expertise. Any door, any time, he can find escape. 

His bark has faded with years, and his teeth no longer back up his baritone bellows, but he still stands guard over his suburban empire with grace and mystery. 


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